I let him pour me a glass of something a bit stronger this time. And I realized while reaching for the cherry-red cup that I had always been told not to take drinks from strangers. But hell, I was also told not to sneak about at 2am and go to parties out in the woods, but that hadn’t stopped me either.

He took my hand and led me outside to an area away from the overly intoxicated party guests, and we sat down under a large oak tree. I tried to make small talk however I could tell what his mind was focused on, oh you could have cut the sexual tension with a knife. As I continued to nervously talk about this week’s weather forecast, I felt a hot firm hand make its way along my thigh and then to the small of my back. He wanted me, or maybe he was just thirsty for the taste of sex. But either way, I knew what was coming.

I let myself fall into the rhythm of his body and not a half second later, I had lost the last drop of innocence left in me. Oh yes, I had danced with destruction that night. And from that moment on, nothing remained the same.